[img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/868848204068814850/871254108991012894/widow.png[/img]
[color=D9381e][b][centre]Finding Fury - Black Widow Tie In #1
Location - Shield Helicarries 'Lady Liberty'/Alpha Base[/centre][/b][/color]
[hr]
The quarters of a S.H.I.E.L.D agent was one that was utilitarian and uniform in nature.  However, for most agents it would have been strange if in there rooms they did not have various personal items and keepsakes, or little decorations that they held close to themselves or simply appreciated.  Adjustments that would make their room feel a little unique and like it was their own.  Now it was by no means the homeliest of places regardless and it was nothing like a college undergrad putting up some poster of their latest favourite rock band in their dorm, but the little things gave each room almost a feeling for the presence for each individual agent.  Now, in the case of Agent Romanoff?  Nothing, absolutely nothing.  Aside from the bare essentials to a sleeping quarters, it was practically empty.  A cold void of personality, for Natasha nothing was more suitable.  It was the simplest of simple.  A well kept single bed, a desk, a chair, a wardrobe, drawers, a bathroom, some shelves.  That was all.  No photos, no little trinkets or bits and pieces of things.

Natasha was seated at her desk with a book open in front of her.  It was a non-fiction book focused on different artic animals.  A rather random choice of reading but it really was just to pass the time, and there was not really anything else that Natasha was particularly interested in to choose over it so when she saw it she just picked it up for herself.  Also on the desk was a laptop that had been provided to her by S.H.I.E.L.D.  There was filed and information on it that the higher ups deemed suitable to pass on down to her, which could vary from a fair amount to almost none at all.  There was also various databases of information that could be accessed online, as well as a plethora of news sources to keep up to date on current events.  But there was something about the focus of a book that appealed more to Natasha.  It had a specific purpose that it set out to complete.  There wasn't much extra noise to get distracted by, rabbit holes to fall down and waste time on trying to chase the truth of a matter.  

Of course not everything you read in a book is accurate and true, there are the occasion that one needs to chase up sources and technology was much more equipped to deal with that than sifting through a pile of books.  Everything had its strengths and weaknesses after all...

There was a knock on her door.  Which meant that either; 1. The Avengers needed her, or 2. S.H.I.E.L.D needed her.  Sometimes it was both, sometimes it was neither as far as it was concerned in an official capacity.  In a prompt and calm manner Natasha closed her book and pushed it back across her desk to touch with the wall.  Rising from her seat she places her chair in its place underneath the desk and walks across the room to open the door.  [i][color=D9381e]Better late than never.[/color][/i] Opening the door she was greeted by Agent Jimmy Woo.  She nodded her head in a silent response.  "Agent Romanoff...  Orders from Director Rogers, he has requested that you make your way to Alpha base.  He wants you to follow up on some leads regarding the Winter Soldier alongside Agent Shostakov, something to do with Sokovia.  Agent Shostakov will be able to fill you in more on the details when you meet with him at Alpha." 

Natasha looked back over he shoulder, into her room.  [color=D9381e]"Understood, I will get what I need packed and I will be on my way."[/color] Agent Woo gave a thumbs up in affirmation "Great, there will be a quinjet prepared for you in the hangar."

[color=D9381e]"Appreciated." [/color]

"No problem, take care Romanoff." 

Once Agent Woo left she closed her door.  There was not much to pack other than the laptop, a few burner phones, a couple pairs of casual clothing in case they were needed, and her equipment for field operations.  Anything else was items of little to no consequence that could either be left in the room or thrown out.  All the more mundane items she was taking were packed into a sizeable but practical rucksack.  Whereas items like her field suits, belts, gauntlets, and gadgets were kept in secure metal casings.  She wasted no time in making her way towards the hanger where the quinjet and its crew was waiting for her.  Curtly she greeted the pilots before taking her seat and retreating within herself.  For a moment there was a troubled look on her face, before it was snuffed out and replaced by the stoic mask that she usually wore.

"We are all set." She heard from the pilot.

[color=D9381e]"Ready when you are..."[/color]